"Ah, okay," she replied, giving him a return smirk, slight as his own had been. "I'll try and adjust before I walk down the aisle. Maybe it'll help if I think of how convenient it's gonna be whenever we run out of milk." And at that, she couldn't suppress her own little snort of laughter.
At his words, she felt a warmth spreading through her. It was still a small little sensation, one that she almost missed from time to time, but it was there. As incredibly frightening as it was, there was a tiny part of Heather that was excited. It wasn't like she didn't love Sam, and it wasn't like they weren't already engaged and planning their wedding. They fully intended on spending their lives together, and that, at the very least, gave them some reassurance about this baby.
"A mini Sam, too," she informed him. "Maybe with messy brown hair, brown eyes. Maybe with shaggy blonde hair and green eyes. Tall as a giraffe, almost a midget." She shrugged and smiled a little. "Just have to wait a see, I guess."